Auld Lang Syne...(NRN, one shot, etc)

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley stood in front of the Christmas tree, with Aimee at the piano, and she was smiling. Her glass was still half full of sparkling juice, due to her advanced pregnancy. She smiled, and couldn't HELP but interject.

Oh! I know the original Scotch version. Shall I sing? With encouragement from both her husband and AImee, she began.

Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,
an nivir brocht ti mynd?
Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,
an ald lang syn*?
CHORUS:
Fir ald lang syn, ma jo,
fir ald lang syn,
wil tak a cup o kyndnes yet,
fir ald lang syn.
An sheerly yil bee yur pynt-staup!
an sheerly al bee myn!
An will tak a cup o kyndnes yet,
fir ald lang syn.
CHORUS
We twa hay rin aboot the braes,
an pood the gowans fyn;
Bit weev wandert monae a weery fet,
sin ald lang syn.
CHORUS
We twa hay pedilt in the burn,
fray mornin sun til dyn;
But seas between us bred hay roard
sin ald lang syn.
CHORUS
An thers a han, my trustee feer!
an gees a han o thyn!
And we’ll tak a richt‡ gude-willie-waucht‡,
fir ald lang syn.
CHORUS

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

All forms of lyrics HERE